#I support women's wrongs too clearly

[the-audacity-of-this-btch-13]

if I had a nickel for every time I watched a Nicholas galitzine movie where they bring up an important issue in society and then just swiftly brush it under the rug I'd have two nickels, which isn't alot but it's weird that it happened twice

[skecherss]

"He knows I'm not the possessive type. I'm totally cool with him having other friends." Girl twenty issues earlier you stole your mom's scrubs to sneak into a hospital and spy on your boyfriend's female friend after he repeatedly told you they were just friends. ARE you cool with it

from Robin (1993) #101

[ciderjacks]

The JD vs Amber Heard stuff was actually insane. I didn't keep up with it because I disagreed with the sheer principle of publicizing something like *that* but the misogyny was MASK OFF...

NO LIKE FRL IT WAS SO INSANE

[kavehayati]

Hmmm I want people to yap to me about kaveh and alhaitham but I’m horrified of using the tags on here lest I attract the demon spawns - h//ik//veh fandom in the flesh

[angeltannis]

Watched the deleted storyboard scene from the original, totally different iteration of Wish…

And while I definitely agree it’s entirely better than anything that actually made it into the final product, I also do agree with Whoever at Disney that said Star’s personality completely overshadows Asha’s. I can see from this clip how that might have been a huge problem with the whole first incarnation of the movie. Making her yet another Adorkable Disney Princess in the final draft was a bland choice, but there are plenty of things in between those extremes that they could have done. It’s a shame they didn’t bother.

I don’t think it comes from a place of goodwill for most people (many of whom were ridiculously harsh on Asha from the moment she was revealed), but I actually like the fan theory that canon Asha is somewhat in the wrong and that the King had a very flawed but (somewhat) effective system going - granting wishes he’s deemed safe to grant, looking after all the others, not asking anything in return* - and that Asha, in her youthful idealism, barged in and smashed that system to pieces with no functional follow-up plan. I think she’s going to be in way over her head, grant wishes that turn out to be harmful or dangerous, and maybe she’ll even have to work with the imprisoned king to try to fix things much like another young magical girl fave of mine and her bound demon bestie - and that potential makes her interesting to me. Whether Disney intended it or not 😆

*ftr I don’t agree he was a good ruler, and I think most of the flavors of this theory come across as bootlicking the monarchy lol

[readychilledwine]

Like A Boy

Summary - After putting up with Azriel's behavior for far too long, you begin to match his energy

Warnings - unhappy fated mates, toxic relationship, use of negging a partner, reader is slightly abusive but so is Azriel, implied cheating, based on the women in male fields tiktok trend, loose editing

A/N - This trend currently has me in a choke hold. It is so toxic. It definitely would not solve anything in a relationship, and I am blessed not to be in this type of relationship, but it is fun to see women serving these dishes back.

💙Azriel Masterlist💙Master Masterlist💙

Azriel wondered if you knew how smug you looked. In a booth with two males fawning and drooling over you while you casually manipulated them into thinking they had a chance. You had left your hair to fall in loose waves, flirty and framing your face. Make up was applied to highlight your best features: those soft lips and siren spell eyes. You'd even used your body butter that left your skin with a glittering bronze sheen. You hardly glanced his way while you played these two males. You were letting them buy you drinks, letting them compliment you.

It'd been going on about a week since you started this type of behavior. You not home when you said you would be, you'd come home smelling like other males, you’d come home and bathe before greeting him.

Each time he asked, you played it down, telling him you were tired, caught up at work, or he was imagining things. You were so smooth about it, so confident as you told him he was wrong, that Azriel believed you, nodding as you offered him lies and comfort before pulling him into bed with you.

He was seeing first hand now, though. As was his family. Cassian was clearly uncomfortable, Nesta and Feyre whispering to each other, and Rhys just smirking as if he knew what was going down. Azriel knew he wasn't innocent in this. Hell, he wasn't even innocent right now. He had a priestess hanging on his arm, attention he normally loved, but now, it was sitting like a rock.

While he continued to wonder if you knew how smug you looked, you smirked, knowing he was slowly becoming more and more angry based on his grip closing the bond slipping, allowing it to open.

He was angry. He was embarrassed. He was hurt. Hypocritical considering Gwyn was hanging on him as he watched you, teal eyes just begging for a moment of his attention. He smelled like her every day when he came home for lunch and then he smelled like Elain on the nights you beat him home.

You'd brought up his transgressions constantly, asking him to prioritize you and the relationship and mateship you two shared. But you two had gone from intense honeymoon phase love to roommates with benefits after the creation of Elain Archeron and the sudden appearance of Gwyneth Berdara. Anytime you mentioned moving back out, being just friends, he'd beg you to stay and lure you into false comfort until you caved. You felt trapped, but you'd found a way to push back with Rhysand's encouragement.

A messy bitch, that High Lord of yours.

It had happened by accident, Azriel finding you in an odd position with Rhysand after something had knocked over the ladder you were on in the House of Wind's library. The High Lord had caught you, but barely. He'd had one arm around your waist, the other behind your neck, his knee and powerful thigh supporting below your butt. It looked far more romantic than it was, a lover dipping their partner for kiss. Though Azriel knew deep down Rhysand would never step out of his marriage with the lovely Feyre, it did not stop him from starting a fight with you the second you arrived home that night.

And your response, “He's just a friend, Azriel.” Something he'd said to you many times in the past 4 years about Gwyn, about Elain.

You had told Rhysand about Azriel's reaction, the male originally joking about you beginning to flirt with other males to end this situation between you and the spymaster. The High Lord paused when he made that joke, though, looking at you with gleaming eyes.

The plan was born then. You would matching Azriel's energy at every turn and you played him off mastering his own tactics after being the victim of them.

You knew tonight may have pushed it. You looked good, you smelled good, you felt good. You left Rita's without so much as looking his way, putting your jacket over your tight short dress before walking through the still lively streets of Velaris.

You slipped off the high black heels you had worn, stretching and curling your toes before heading into the apartment you and Azriel shared to make yourself tea.

The biggest difference between what you and Azriel had done was that you never fully cheated. You never welcomed another male into your bed the way Azriel had been welcoming multiple females. But he didn't know that. He wouldn't care if he did. The males putting hands on you was enough.

You began the 5 second course down under your breath, leaning against the counter when you hit one and the door flew open before slamming shut.

“What the fuck was that,” he was fuming, hazel eyes almost blazing with his fury. “You didn't even look at us! You didn't come say hello! Do you know how embarrassing it is for your mate to be in the same place as you but act like they don't know you?”

“You said we weren't going out as a couple tonight,” you shrugged casually. “You said you didn't care if I went out and had some fun. I just went out. What's the big deal?” Another of his favorite lines.

Azriel made a stunned face, “The big deal is my family just saw my mate with two males all over her! My family-”

“I genuinely don't know what you are talking about. I had some drinks with some friends and came home. Sorry I didn't see any of you.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“I am. You are acting crazy,” you watched as another of his lines landed. “I think this is a you issue. Are you feeling okay?”

He realized it then, nodding, “You think you're slick, don't you?”

You only sipped the hot tea, shrugging again, “I think you're overreacting and being emotional over nothing.”

“You don't get to play this game with me,” he glared. “We are mates, you don't get to sit here and-”

“Treat you like you treat me? Oh, but I do, and I will until you either stop and we go to a priestess of my choice to work on us, or you get out of my apartment.”

“If I left, you'd have not-”

“I'd have a new male within seconds. You're here by my choice, Azriel. Stop forgetting that. You aren't that pretty, you aren't that bright, and no one will want a mated male long term. Comes with too much baggage. At least, that's what you tell me all the time, isn't it?”

His face fell further as the weight of what was happening hit him, “Baby-”

You hit him with the last of his favorite lines, “No, no, you think on that. I'm tired of fighting with you. Let's just go to bed. Maybe you will wake up less emotional.”

He watched in shock as you walked away, a gentle sway of seduction in your hips as you did. He moved to the living room, sitting down like you had many nights after a fight like this, and his brain switched from picturing you so smug to picturing you so small. Picturing you in the same position you'd just put him into.

Rhysand had warned him that if he didn't stop playing with you, Azriel would make you a monster.

And he couldn't help but wonder if he finally did and if it was too late to change it.

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[butchpeace]

My older brother is an autogynephilic TIM.

After a long time of trying to hide my real feelings and convince myself to be supportive, I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t do that anymore.

I believe that a main motivation for his transition was jealousy towards me growing up. It’s become increasingly clear that he genuinely just wishes he were me.

He was misogynistic, controlling, talked down to me and treated me like I was stupid during our childhood. As a teenager, he got interested in pedophilic anime. The kind with the characters who look like little girls but are supposed to be high schoolers. He likely became interested in yuri manga at this time - pedophilic anime lesbian porn.

The way he treated me had a very negative effect on my self esteem and mental health as a young woman, and that was part of what led to my trans identification and eventual transition. I hated him. But he had also been part of what shaped my negative self image, and I had internalized it. The idea that I was stupid, not worth the same as he was, that my feelings didn’t matter, that I was a burden on the family. It wasn’t just him, but my childhood in general shaped me into a self-hating young woman who felt like she needed to escape and become something else.

A few years after I began transition, he “came out”. We were living under the same roof at the time, and I was truthfully very uncomfortable. I was on edge all the time, and didn’t feel at home in my own apartment. And I kept trying to push that feeling down because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought I was being judgmental, that my instincts were wrong and I shouldn’t listen to them. That’s when I started peaking and started to consider detransition. I found a roommate and moved out. And even then I felt guilty, because he whined about not having anyone else to live with.

When he changed his name, he was pissed off that he hadn’t been born female, because he wanted my name. He said this in front of the whole family. That he doesn’t know what name he wants to go by, his only idea was what he would have been named if he were female, which is my name. He ended up choosing one of the most cliche TIM names you can choose. Another time, someone asked him his favorite colors. He told them his favorite colors were the ones I always said were my favorite as a kid. This isn’t a coincidence - It’s a specific list of colors.

These sound like just little things, and most people would brush it off, but they instantly made my brain go into red alert mode. Since then he’s become very outspoken about being a “lesbian”. He talks about wishing he could find a girlfriend, being a “lonely lesbian”, a “useless lesbian”, being “soooo gay”, whatever. He has the flags, he suddenly likes cats despite being allergic and never liking animals at all before. He watches anime and tv shows with lesbian characters and thirsts after characters like Vi from Arcane while talking about his “gender envy”.

He makes objectifying comments about women’s bodies, calls himself and my female family members “bitch”. Infantilizes himself and loves to talk about how “weak” he is. (At 5’11 with a clearly male frame) There are too many things to list honestly. All the ways in which it’s obvious that he has no idea what being a woman actually is. It’s just some concept he made up in his head, a male fantasy of what womanhood entails.

We’ve only seen each other a few times a year at most in the years since then, and I’ve just tried to avoid and ignore and not engage in conversations with him. All the while he acts nice, like he never treated me like shit growing up, as if being trans was his problem and “becoming a woman” fixed him. As if I’m the one being unreasonable for being distant and not having a close relationship.

I’m seeing more and more clearly how hollow it all is. How fake it all is. How probably perverted it all is. He was a harmful influence on my life. And now he acts like he’s a woman, and it’s hollow, and somehow he thinks that means it’s all erased and forgiven.

We’re both grown adults now, and he only physically hurt me once as a kid, but growing up seeing him fly into a rage every time I didn’t agree with him still makes me afraid of the threat of violence from him. That’s part of why it’s hard to speak up and why it’s still uncomfortable to be around him.

The crazy thing is that I know multiple detrans women who have TIM older brothers. I’ve heard from other women that there seems to be a trend of lesbians in general with TIM older brothers. There’s a pattern here, and it’s not a good one.

We need to be talking about this. Stop the silence 📣

[xoluvx]

lunch; b.eilish .˚₊✩ part one ✩₊˚.

i'm interested in more than just bein' your friend

"Are you sure you're not gay?" you joked shoving the brunette sitting next to you. She'd just reached over to double tap your screen on what was very clearly a thirst trap. In your defense, you were gay as fuck so beautiful women on your feed was not a rarity.

"I just appreciate beautiful women," your best friend shrugged with a 'don't blame me' look.

You locked your phone and let it fall somewhere on the couch turning to face her with a serious look on your face.

"No, but seriously..." your voice trailed off as your arm rested on the couch's back rest. Billie looked at you with those eyes anyone could easily get lost in. "Are you gay?" you asked again and she chuckled licking her teeth. The action caused her already plump lips to protrude a smidge more so who could blame you for letting your eyes linger on them a second too long.

"I don't think so," she stated. "I've rode more dick than I've seen vaginas," she added. You couldn't help but chuckle at that one. She was always a smart mouth.

"I'm your best friend, you know you can tell me anything right?" You took her hands forcing her to look at you. You stared into her eyes again and she stirred, furrowing her brows.

"Is this an intervention or what?" she joked opening her eyes wide, making a face that lightened the mood. She squeezed your hands before letting go.

"I'm just saying...it's okay to like boys and girls," you emphasized the girls part just for her.

You weren't trying to be pushy. Far from it. You were actually just trying to be supportive. You'd noticed the way her eyes lingered on certain girls before. You also noticed how intrigued she was whenever you told her about a hook-up. So your brain was naturally trying to fill in the gaps. And your gaydar was rarely wrong.

After a moment of silence, she cleared her throat.

"How would I know if I like girls?" she wasn't looking at you. She was twirling her practically empty cup. The smoothie you'd made her was mostly gone.

Your mouth fell open slightly and you swallowed. That was a good question. You'd never really questioned if you liked girls. You just saw them and your heart did that weird fluttering thing that you assumed was suppose to happen when you looked at a boy.

"Shit," you mumbled and shrugged. "I guessss," your voice trailed off and she finally turned to look at you as if you were going to let her in on a piece of information she'd been missing her whole life.

"I guess-," you started again scooting closer to her.

"You know you like girls-," you swallowed now touching her knee with your own. The slightest touch now made your heart beat faster. "-if they make your heart flutter," you stated watching her look at you with those beautiful blue eyes.

"If you feel like you're going to burst into butterflies-" your voice was low as you inched closer. Her own body leaned into yours curiously. "-when they touch you like this." Your finger traced the side of her face pushing a tendril of hair behind her ear.

"What else?" Billie's voice was shaky. Her hands were clammy from hearing your voice. There was a shift in the energy. Suddenly, your voice was the only thing she wanted to hear.

"You melt when they hold your hand," you added running your fingers down her arm until they were locked with hers. Billie watched your fingers entwined on her lap and the gravitational pull grew stronger.

Your faces were centimeters apart, eyes searching for answers. Answers to questions you weren't sure you should've been asking right now. Not with your best friend at least.

When your foreheads touched, you swallowed hard and Billie bit her lip.

"What are we doing?" you whispered closing your eyes feeling her nose brush your own. You didn't want to open your eyes. You didn't want this to be a dream. But you also weren't ready to ruin your friendship. You didn't want this to make things awkward.

"Teach me," Billie murmured.

Were you hearing correctly? Teach her? Your best friend. Teach her what? How to be gay?

"I want to know what it feels like," her voice was soft as she answered your unspoken questions.

"What what feels like?" your chest was rising and falling rapidly. You felt like the oxygen in the room was dwindling and the muffled murmuring of the tv playing in the background was now making your ears ring.

"To be with a girl," she replied. This time she swallowed hard and your lips brushed for a brief second. You pulled away abruptly getting up from the couch. You ran a hand over your face, inhaling deeply.

"I'm sorry," Billie stood up as well. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" she was frantic. Did she just fuck up your friendship? She didn't mean to. She didn't want to lose you.

"Okay," you bit your lip nervously. "Okay, I'll teach you."

Billie's eyes lit up.

"Just don't go falling in love with me," you teased. Billie’s shoulders relaxed. She rolled her eyes, but pulled you in for a hug.

"I'm already in love with you," she joked. Her arms still wrapped tightly around you as your bodies tumbled onto the couch.

"Kiss me," Billie's voice was still laced with goofiness as she grabbed the back of your head playfully trying to kiss you. You laughed harder pushing her away teasingly. She peppered your face with kisses and you giggled. But that silly little flutter in your chest was still present.

It wouldn't be so bad. There was nothing wrong in helping someone figure out their sexuality, right? Especially your best friend. Who you loved and adored more than anything...

At least that's what you were telling yourself to justify how much you actually wanted this.

part two

.˚₊✩ masterlist ✩₊˚.

[world-of-aus]

Mr. Right?

Pairing: Firefighter! Bucky x Paramedic! Reader

Warning: tad bit of insecurities, fluff, flirting.

Author's Note: My favorite menace to society is back and he's on a date <3

“Y/n the more you fuss over yourself in the mirror, the more you’re going to pick apart that outfit till you discard it like the first five, will you just get your shoes on already, you said you’d meet him at the bar and grill by 8.”  

Your eyes meet Wanda’s in the mirror, “but are you sure it’s not too much, maybe a jacket will help?” you question going back to looking at the outfit she had helped you choose for tonight. 

Your coworker turned best friend laughs watching you smooth over the dress once more, fingers picking at the ruffles hanging off your shoulders as if to fix them, “y/n you could show up in uniform and that man would have hearts in his eyes, but if throwing a jacket over it will help you feel better do it.” 

You lean over plucking the discarded denim jacket from the chair you had flung it on earlier. You slip it on doing a once over in the mirror, “don’t you dare,” Wanda chides removing herself from your bed, “you look beautiful.” She says sliding up behind you to smoothe over your arms, chin hooking on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the mirror, “talk to me.” 

“I don’t know wands.” 

She gives you a look, you sigh, “I just don’t understand why me? He could have anyone he wants, women literally throw themselves at him for just a sliver of his attention, so why me?” 

Your friend hums thoughtfully, “why not you? What makes those women so special that you can’t even begin to consider yourself part of them. They’re no different than you. So why can’t he want you, why must he want someone else when he’s clearly showing interest in you. He didn’t ask those women who throw themselves at his feet out tonight, he asked you. So, enjoy it, let yourself be the object of his desires, and hey if all goes wrong it’s one date, just one.” 

Your friend was right and despite your insecurities getting the better of you where a man as good looking, charming, and well-rounded as Bucky Barnes was involved, you would let yourself enjoy tonight, it was one date, and whether it went beyond just one well you’d wait to see how the night played out. 

You had arrived a few minutes earlier than your agreed on time, the waitress walking you over to your favorite booth with a promise to be back shortly. You sent out a quick text to Bucky letting him know you already grabbed the two of you a booth and where to look for you. Placing your phone down next to you, you pick up the drink menu, browsing their various selection. You're flipping to the second page when a hand on your back draws your eyes up, your heart leaps to your throat.  

There’s a grin on his lips, “Hey there sweetheart I’m Mr. Right, someone said you were looking for me? 

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, as you move out of the booth to give him a proper greeting. “Well I’m here aren't I?” 

Bucky chuckles, his arm slipping around your waist leaving a trail of warmth as he pulls you in close, his lips finding your cheek. “You look beautiful tonight, thank you for coming.” 

He takes the spot across from you after helping you slip back into your side, both of you going grabbing a menu, “do you know what you want?” you question hoping to kick start a conversation. 

“You.” 

Heat slams into your face, your hands slowly bringing down the menu you hide behind, a cheeky smile awaits you, “I don’t think that’s on the menu.” 

He licks over his lower lip, “but I’m looking right at it.” 

You let out a choked noise hiding behind your menu, his laughter music to your ears, you bring it down slowly daring yourself to meet his eyes, “you know I think I'm beginning to understand why your charm works so well on other women.” 

He leans forward, elbows supporting him as he uses his fingers to drop your menu lower, “while it might work on other women, the only woman I care to know it’s working on is sitting right in front of me.” 

He’s rendered you speechless, the waitress saving you from what you're sure would have been a poor attempt at a comeback. She picks up your saving grace – the menu as she finishes jotting down your orders promising to return shortly.  

As much as Bucky would love to fluster you further, he wants to hear about you, your workday, what you like to do on your spare time, he wants to know you. So he asks you questions, listens, soaks in however much information of yourself you’re willing to give him, and in kind you do the same. Conversation flowing easily between the two of you, time passing though you two are frozen in the moment. 

The conversation doesn’t stop when your plates arrive, nor after the waitress has picked them up leaving the bill as she goes, “take your time,” she adds before disappearing. He’s got his fingers around the receipt before you can even attempt to grab it yourself, “put your purse away sweetheart,” he chuckles reaching for the wallet tucked away in his jeans, “I asked you on this date, I'll let you get the next one.” He says as he slips from the booth, offering you his arm as he guides you to the front to close the bill. 

He’s been a gentleman the whole night, your worries from earlier completely vanished as he walks you to your vehicle. “Thank you for tonight,” you say leaning against the door of your car, “I had a really nice time with you.” 

He drinks you in, “what?” you laugh warmth flooding your cheeks under his intense gaze, “I think you’ve got something in your eye – oh wait, its just a sparkle.” Your hand stops midstride to your face to swat at his arm instead, an opportunity he takes to pull you closer.  

You can feel his laughter, your own mingling with his, as you look up at him, “How soon is to soon?” 

Your brows furrow, “what?” 

He pulls you closer, “yeah, how soon is to soon for me to ask for another date?” 

Your hand finds his chest, “why don’t you find out?” 

He groans though there's a grin kissing his lips, he steals your breath when his head finds yours, if you thought his gaze was intense then having him this close is no match, “I know you said only one date Barnes, but I’ve had a really nice time with you tonight, such a nice night that I would really love to do it again, whaddya say sweetheart, will you let me take you out again?” 

Through your laughter at his poor attempt of mimicking you, you give him his answer. 

‘Yes.’ 

[ohburgee]

𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

yandere!lover-monster x fem-softhunter!reader

tw: yandere themes, obsession, murder, gore, slight sexual assault / soft yandere an: I'm typing this while watching Coryxkenshin's video, also the reader hunter is not an aggressive hunter, you are all a softer type hunter.

You were a monster hunter who was been offered to hunt this monster on this mysterious island but when you and the monster you're going to hunt become your lover, after knowing that the monster was just a victim of this cultist and he was just protecting the island and this people made him into a monster.

After that he made those cultists vanish in this world.

And now you're here living peacefully as your monster lover took you and became his and now you two living here on the island full of terrifying things and horrors, but you are feel protected and peaceful.

You are sitting behind the tree in front of the swamp and someone is fishing behind you and you just want to take some fresh air after that tiring night.

You keep playing with the leaves you took from the tree it was bit raining but it's just small drops and the sky is bit bright grey.

While making yourself peace you hear dirt footsteps and you turn your head to see the person who was fishing and you look at him confused.

"It's really bit a bad weather right now," he said as he threw the bait of his fishing rod and sighed, "You know it's really nice going fishing here, it's just nice and good" he added and keeps saying useless words that you don't even understand it.

You are annoyed and want this person to go and mind his business but after a minute it gets worse, he starts speaking about those women walking in his house seeing them as nice and beautiful but it can clearly be seen he is saying creepily.

"You lady you look more beautiful, are you single? Might be to try yo-" Before he finishes his words you get up from the ground and look at the man furious.

"Excuse me! You have enough you are giving creepy words do you know how to respect some privacy!?" You confront him as you raise your voice.

"What the hell is wrong with you lady I'm just-" "No you are not respecting women's life you mentioned them as like an object!" You raised your voice even more and you heard footsteps coming and you looked and saw your lover and his friend's supporter and two people.

He looked serious and you immediately walked toward your lover and you went behind him as he put his hand to your back caressing.

"I'm very sorry my lady it's just my friend is having some mental issue," one of them said and you didn't even look at them and look away, that excuse is not right.

"We'll be going now," your lover said and the two people lowered their heads and nodded, you forgot your lover is a monster so people are feared of him.

As you both walked with his supporter behind you, when you all reached the cabin your lover let you in first then he told his supporter to check the main village and his supporter nodded his head and got out leaving you two inside.

Your lover walks towards you with his worried eyes, "You alright my love?" He asked you and you looked at him and smiled "Yeah I'm fine that person just ruined my peace" you said with an annoyed tone and he chuckled and lifted your chin up to see your face.

"I'm sorry if being too rough" "No it's fine!" You said and you quickly felt your cheek warm as he saw your blushes and kissed your forehead.

"You know I hate seeing you with someone," he said and you looked at him "I should told my supporter to be with you when I'm not around you" he added slowly caressing your face.

"I saw how that man almost assaulted you, do you want me to teach him a lesson?" He said as his finger lingered on your lips you stopped him and brought his hands to yours.

"No, no bloodthirsty kill," you said looking at him worried you don't want to have some mass kill again, "It's your people you have to protect them not kill them, you stopped before and now you're not going to do it again" you added and he nodded his head and kissed your forehead once again.

"Go take some rest my love I'll fix some problem in the village then I'll go back here to join you," your lover said he kissed your head walked towards the door, and got out closing the door behind you.

You go to the bed and lay yourself comfortably and let your tiring feeling consume you and you slowly close your eyes, then sleep.

...

He was looking at you sitting behind the tree peacefully he admired you like staring at a majestic, unique painting he had found.

Before you both fight each other for nothing and then find out that he was just been used by the cultists to kill people, he slaughters those filthy cultists and makes himself the lord of the island and the ruler.

And you the hunter, you became his lover. How did that happen? Well, you were on worse wounded and he helped you and healed you, you also don't want to go back to your home place since the people who offer you to hunt him are lies.

You helped him to fix and change the island to normal then you both grow affection and become lovers...

His smile fades when someone approaches you and starts talking he thinks you are being nice to other guys again, like last time when someone wanted to ask you but he ended up killing the guy, he was a monster you can't change that, and you are his. You know he is very territorial when it comes to what he owns.

But he noticed you were getting uncomfortable he could sense it and he told his supporter to stop the conversation and he started to walk towards where you were, and the guy stopped harassing you and he noticed you walking towards him.

He looked at you when you walked behind him close, Do they bother you, my love. He said on his head then he put his hand on your back and started caressing it to make you comfortable.

You both walked away and after taking her to the cabin he proceeded to visit the two humans he was with earlier and went to their house.

Suddenly he burst inside and took the guy who almost assaulted you, "You touched what's mine, and you ruined her time" he raised the guy up by grabbing his collar, and his friend confused and worried kept pleading.

Even though he doesn't want to do this but his anger inside him wants to do it, he is a mixture of thinking, as the guy who is on his hand starts to cry and plead for mercy.

After a second of thinking he turned his eyes red and ripped the guy's body into pieces and that made his friend shocked and scared to death and cut the head from the body by the long nail on his hand.

He took the head looking amused at what he did, "Such a pathetic human" he said and put two fingers to its eyes, "These eyes are disgusting" he dug his fingers deep into both eyes as the blood was bleeding and dropped on the floor.

After that, he slowly looked at the friend behind and he looked at him with fear before he could get out, he grabbed him and smashed his body on the ground, the monster looked serious about his surroundings.

He doesn't care about the lives of other people, he is a monster he wants to slaughter and scatter blood in his world but, that changes because of you.

After that killing he went back to the cabin and saw you peacefully asleep as he slowly joined you on the bed, I will kill every person who touches you, no one can't allow it but only me.

- After one week -

You are now again in the swamp, looking at the grey, bright sky, but there's no rain, as you sketch something in your small book.

You sketch the swamp as you shade the waters in your pencil, and suddenly, rain starts to drop. You quickly get up and run to the cabin, not too far away.

You reached the cabin, opened the door, and saw your lover sitting in front of the fireplace, noticing you.

"Rain just dropped thank God I didn't get wet," you said and he chuckled, he got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"I notice the guy who often fishing in the swamp not visiting?" You ask and he looks at you seriously, why are you mentioning that man you don't remember how he almost assaulted you.

"Why do you care about those disgusting humans," he said his voice becoming deep huskier as he mentioned that man, "It's just something not go-" Before you could finish your words, he kissed your lips.

"Please my love don't mention those humans again," he said as he hugged you "Let's just take a seat and enjoy the rain then I'll cook dinner later" he added and you smiled at him and nodded.

He grabbed you and sat on the armchair and he let you sit on his lap and he took a blanket behind you and wrapped it around you both, you lay your head to his chest feeling the monster's heart beating.

Your lover look at your innocent self, my precious human you are the only human I'll care about, as much I want to slaughter people who touch you but I want to promise your words. But you can't change me, I'm the monster I don't feel pity for those humans but for you, I feel loved...

[medusa-fem]

Not all trans women are innocent bystanders to the patriarchy

My trans girlfriend from highschool used to complain that I didn't want to sleep with her because "I didn't see her as a real woman". This was a coercion tactic, used against me as a traumatized female who simply did not want to have sex often.

Another trans woman I knew adamantly defended lolicon, stating that "they aren't real kids". Of course I later found out she got off to "legal loli"

Same trans woman as before adamantly defended the movie cuties. Did not give two shits about the exploitation of young girls. Even said that bullying maps online was wrong because "pedophiles need support to not act on their urges"

I have also had a run in with a male who clearly did not even care to be a woman, simply called himself one as a sissy to get a pass to get closer to female people. Absolute fucking freak. Abusive towards a younger female coworker using sexist slurs, kept touching me when I explicitly said to stop and said I lead him on after getting kicked out of my home, even used his fake label to try to get head from a trans woman he had known for 3 days who showed no interest.

I knew a trans woman who kept dating people younger than her. Saw a freshly 18 trans girl as a 23 year old. Consistently talked about how immature she was, which makes it clear to me she knew the power dynamic.

I had a trans woman I was hanging out with get permission from the other trans woman in the room to strip down to nothing, but did not ask me if I was comfortable with it. Then asked me if I wanted to see her botched circumcision scar. (I had only met her twice prior).

I had a trans woman use love bombing to manipulate me into jumping into a relationship with her. Once I realized how manipulative and mentally unwell she was I was going to break up with her. As soon as she figured out she drove to my house drunk to "get her things". She screamed at me and kept balling up her fist like she was going to punch me while I sobbed. I texted all of my nearby friends that if I didn't text them by x time the next day to call the cops, because I thought she was going to assault me.

I know of a trans woman in the area who was a friend of a trans man for about 6 months. He described them as something close to platonic soul mates. She raped him when he was too intoxicated to speak.

I knew a trans woman who would fully strip at any given opportunity while hanging out with a group of friends. Everyone was uncomfortable.

An abusive "friend" of mine from highschool began labeling himself nonbinary to sleep with traumatized trans men and nonbinary afab people who did not want to date men. He didn't do anything but use the label. He falsely accused me of rape because I began telling people about his abuse. He made comments about trying to get a trans male partner pregnant to trap him. Last I heard of him he was trying to sleep with my trans man friend, being extremely coercive, while I had to tell him to get the fuck out of there so he wouldn't get raped.

This isn't even all of it. I know some radfems who do not associate at all with the trans community may not realize it, but this is common place for trans men and nonbinary afabs. I have faced so much at the hands of trans women who were not held accountable for their behavior because no one wanted to hurt the reputation of trans women as a whole.

The concerns about bathrooms don't strike a cord because the trans community doesn't see it happen, that is actually rare. Please use the stories of the regular victims of trans women's actions, because these are stories I hope the lgbt community can take seriously. I'm not saying trans women as a whole are "men" or "just faking it", I'm saying they need to be held accountable just like other male individuals who harm female people.

[youremyheaven]

Saturnian Women: Bad Girls to Trad Girls? 👀😲👩‍🏫

Saturn is the planet of discipline, restriction and rules. Saturn is considered a "strict teacher" who uses discipline, difficulties, delay, duties, dealings, and denials at times to ensure that the student really imbibes their lessons.

There has been much discourse lately on Saturn mahadashas and tbh, I would say to not worry about it too much. Saturn punishes but it also rewards, so if you stay true to its teachings, i.e, keep your head down, do the work and stay firm but humble, Saturn will give you success in proportion to your efforts.

Jennie, Vishaka Moon, finished her 19yr Saturn mahadasha in 2019 and you can clearly see the many themes of Saturn that played out in her life. She spent 5yr living overseas by herself as a child with another family (Saturn deprives you, to some extent, of your family's love and support) and after she moved back to Seoul, she began living at the YG dorm and trained for 5 years and 11 months, which is one of the longest training periods among popular idols today. She has talked about how she's never lived at home or had the experience of living with her family until she was 18-19 and she's always sounded bittersweet about it but all her hard work paid off. Today she's the face of K-pop, one of the most successful idols of all time, an icon and an it girl. She gets torrential amounts of hate over her "attitude" for the supposed partiality that YG had towards her and yes for being "lazy". This is Saturn's harsh energies coming through. Are Jennie's performances lacking from time to time? Yes but is she the only idol whose performances feel meh/"lazy"? No. Is she the only one who gets brutally called out for it? Largely, yes. Saturn does not allow you to get away with your skimping and most definitely does not let you take shortcuts.

The reason most people suffer during this mahadasha is because its human nature to want instant gratification and choose the "easier" option. But yk who does not like that? SATURN. This planet is all about being principled and doing things the "right way". You cannot do something immoral and expect to get away with it during this mahadasha but another thing about Saturn's influence is that it often makes natives deliberately "rebel" or step out of line because they internally crave punishment and want to be disciplined. Think of Saturn like the dom in a BDSM relationship and yourself as the bratty sub who's always asking to be punished. Its kinda like that. I've noticed this with many Saturnians as well as people experiencing Saturn dashas, they have no intention of being "bad" or doing the "wrong things" but they do anyway?? because they want Saturn to discipline them and put them in their place. Often times these natives choose the "harder" path subconsciously by forgoing many chances to choose from other options. They really want to prove themselves "worthy" and "deserving", sometimes to their own detriment.

Karina from Aespa, Punarvasu Moon is also currently undergoing her Saturn mahadasha and so is Wonyoung, Purvabhadrapada Moon (they'll both finish their Saturn mahadashas at around the same ish period of 2031-2032). They're both incredibly successful so if you're experiencing this dasha, dw about Saturn depriving you of success bc its not true. You just have to work hard.

Wonyoung started training at 12yrs of age when she was a few years into her Saturn MD and Karina also started training during her Saturn MD (she was 16 tho). They both spent yearsss training and became massively popular upon their debut (Saturn rewarding hard work) but often got unwarranted hate for absolutely nothing because Saturn "punishes" you to keep you humble in the face of massive success. With Wonyoung, I feel like her Magha Sun (leo rashi) works in her detriment in this dasha because she can be very self indulgent, come across as pompous or bratty or arrogant and Saturn does not like those things 😬with Karina, she received hate initially but things were cleared up and it was understood that those rumours of her being a highschool bully were fabricated along with those fake screenshots and some of her old classmates spoke up about her virtuous character and how kind and sweet she actually was. This is again, Saturn's karma coming thru. Good karma will help you out of tough places in life. Karina has kept her head down and worked hard, people criticized her initially for being a bad dancer but now she's known for her stage presence and x factor.

She's now known for her kind, humble and goofy personality because that is who she really is. Saturn rewards those who remain down to earth and humble and all the love Karina receives now (she is the most followed 4th gen female kpop idol surpassing Wonyoung in less than a year) is part of Saturn's rewards. However, she still faces challenges, like with her dating scandal or with her Chinese boycott last year but again, its her willingness to stay focused and power through that has helped her navigate those situations with grace. She hasn't been dragged the way Jennie or Wonyoung has been. I also think her having Mercury & Venus in UBP (a Saturn ruled nak) has helped her embrace Saturnian principles easier than the other two but she also does have a debilitated Saturn so ://

I think Jennie has had it especially tough because she's Uttarashada Sun and Sun & Saturn are enemies so she's struggled to be as grounded and docile as Saturn wants its natives to be.

If you think about it, there is a reason why all the Kpop it girls have Jupiter ruled Moon and experience Saturn mahadasha at the height of their fame. For starters, the Korean music industry is very "restrictive" in nature and idols are very tightly monitored and controlled (all Saturnian themes) and those who thrive the most in this system are Jupitereans who are undergoing their Saturn MD. They learn to channel the expansiveness of Jupiter through the restrictions of Saturn. Think about how Jennie, Wonyoung and Karina have all been deprived of creative freedom, how their labels pick and choose their endorsements and limit their interactions and in general, despite being young, rich and famous, they live like blue collar workers in some ways?? This is all Saturn's effects. It makes you work hard, rewards you for it but does not let you indulge too much in it.

There is a reason why Jupiter moon is soooo common among popstars. Performing in front of packed stadiums with 50,000 fans is an experience only few get to have in this world and to get that, you have to toil day and night through punishing schedules and constant travel where you dont enjoy yourself materially. This is a very blatant manifestation of Saturn restricting pleasure and enjoyment. (Jupiter ruled Moon natives experience Jupiter dashas first and then its followed by Saturn mahadasha, so usually at their peak, they're undergoing their Saturn MD)

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Now, I want to mention something Claire Nakti mentioned in her Saturn men video, she said that Saturnian men are often extremely rebellious when they're younger and deliberately "act out" because they crave the punishment and discipline that Saturn imposes on them. They subconsciously want to be put in their place. This sounds hella masochistic but I think its helpful to think of it in terms of BDSM dynamics (dont laugh lmao). To an average person, its confusing as to why someone would want to be spanked or tied up or hurt or be in "pain" or be submissive but some people genuinely derive pleasure from being in that position, that's what's fun for them. They "ask for punishment" bc they enjoy being "punished". I dont want to say Saturnian individuals are kinky masochists who deliberately do things that will lead to terrible consequences and harsh punishment but tbh, there is no other explanation for their behaviour. I suggest watching Claire's video where she cites manyyy examples of Saturnian men "acting out".

In Claire Nakti's video about Saturnian women, she mentions how these women are more at ease with following traditions and submitting to them than others because they find it 'freeing' to obey.

But tbh, although women internalise their qualities more in general, I think Saturnian women are just as likely to have an "unruly/rebellious phase" before they embrace the rule abiding nature of Saturn because the truth is limitations are what gives us true freedom. Saturn teaches us that if you have "too much", you can feel confused and lost. it's more important to have "enough".

Hwasa, Pushya Sun

Hwasa is a great example of Saturnian natives and their need to both rebel and conform. Hwasa belongs to the group Mamamoo and although they're all talented, they weren't as successful as other Kpop groups in the mid to late 2010s, esp since they also came from a smaller company. In 2018 at the MAMA awards, she performed in this red latex bodysuit and went instantly viral and her performance became vvv controversial since its practically unheard of for a kpop idol to reveal this much skin or put on a performance that is very sexually provocative. she received a LOT of flak for it, people bodyshamed her, slut shamed her etc but this also brought a lot of attention to her and her group and people started taking more notice of them.

Hwasa was on the cover of Cosmopolitan later that year (you have to be a pretty big deal to land mag covers in Korea esp when you have sooo much competition from sooo many idols/actors etc, Hwasa was up until then just an idol from a smaller company whom others often criticized for not being "pretty enough").

Hwasa continued to "rebel" by posing semi nude, appearing on the cover in what Koreans considered "immodest" clothing etc. But some of the criticism subsided bc as more and more people discovered her music, her talent as a singer and performer stood out so they started praising her for her talent & hard work (Saturn rewarding hard work).

she continued to receive a lot of flak for her outfit choices and Hwasa it seemed was almost hell bent on pissing Koreans off by doing exactly those things that they shunned. She was criticized for this look as her bra is visible through a sheer top and what did she do next?

she went to the airport in a white top and no bra 😂😂needless to say K-netizens were PISSED OFF. but at the same time she started making appearances on variety shows where she gained praise for her humility and lack of pretence. (Saturn punishes but rewards)

this is an excerpt from her 2020 interview with Cosmo (the Cosmo cover above is from her 2019 cover), here we can see Hwasa admitting that "one year ago I was more daring because I felt like I had to be that way no matter what" which reflects on how many Saturnians are rebels without a cause. She then says that "As I go on, I feel like I'm being more strict with myself" showing the progression from the rebellious, unruly phase to one that embraces strictness and discipline. This does not mean becoming a doormat, it means you become more gentle and patient. Its through suffering (which Saturn def brings about) that we learn grace.

I think Hwasa has described it well.

Saturn is considered the most aggressive and cruel in Indian astrology. It symbolizes karma and rewards or punishes based on one's deeds.

Selena Gomez, Pushya Stellium (including Sun & Rising)

When her Revival album came out in 2015, Selena was 23 and trying her best to shed her Disney girl image. So she did what most child star turned popstars do, she posed nude. This was very out of character for a girl who wore a purity ring until she was 18 years old and was generally perceived as the "sweet innocent" one among all Disney stars.

During a roundtable interview in 2022, she said

"I actually did an album cover and I was really ashamed after I did it," Gomez said. "I had to work through those feelings because I realized it was attached to something deeper that was going on. And it was a choice that I wasn't necessarily happy that I made, but I think that I've done my best, at least I try to be myself. And I'm not an overly sexual person, sometimes I like to feel sexy, but that doesn't mean it's for somebody else. It can be for me. Now I understand that there are certain boundaries that I need to set for myself, and I respect and adore so many people, but I’ve got to do what’s best for me."

Obviously the need to "rebel" against her Disney sweetheart image was imbedded in her by the people who work with her, like her management team but Saturn's most powerful tool is regret. You do things without much thought or act out or act rebelliously and through regret or after suffering its consequences, you learn to draw boundaries and impose limitations upon yourself. Just because you can do certain things does not mean you should do them. Saturn teaches us this by limiting freedom.

Miley Cyrus, Anuradha Sun & Mercury

We cannot talk about Disney stars gone wild without mentioning Miley lol

She was the biggest Disney girl of her time and worked vvv hard, doing world tours starting from her early teens and then filming the show, girlie basically never had a minute to spare. Once the show was up, she was in a hurry to shed her Disney image and lets just say... she embodied Saturnian rebelliousness to its extreme.

Miley lost her virginity to Liam when she was 16 and by the time she was 19, she was engaged to get married to the only guy she ever seriously dated. She definitely was embracing "tradition" etc so her "rebel" era was a sharp left turn. She went from being a teen bride to twerking in nude latex on stage. For the next couple of years, Miley smoked weed, embraced a hip-hop sound, wore little clothing and "rebelled". Her rebel era marked the end of her relationship with Liam and interestingly enough, the end of her rebel era was marked by her renewed relationship with Liam.

She entered her soft girl era and started to shed her "rebellious image" and found balance

“I carried some guilt and shame around myself for years because of how much controversy and upset I really caused,” she says. “Now that I’m an adult, I realise how harshly I was judged. I was harshly judged as a child by adults and now, as an adult, I realise that I would never harshly judge a child.”- Miley said in her British Vogue interview

Miranda Kerr, Pushya Rising

If you watch her interviews from the late 2000s and early 2010s, she's super flirty and now she's more mature and ladylike which is kind of a superficial evolution of Saturnian influence.

Miranda is rumoured to have been the world's most expensive yacht girl at one point in time. She accepted $8.1 million worth of jewellery from fraud Malaysian billionaire Jho Low. All these gifts were seized by the government later on bc Saturn does not let you keep things you obtained illegally or in unprincipled ways.

In 2014 during an interview for British GQ (these pics are from the shoot) Miranda said:

"The older I get, the more confident I am about asking for things I enjoy," she said. "One thing I've noticed is now that I'm having less sex my body isn't as toned. The more sex I have, the more defined my arms and stomach get. Orlando and I always had great chemistry. One-night stands aren't my thing. I made Orlando wait for six months until I even kissed him… I always ask for a critique on my performance. I always want to better myself in every way."

She also said,

"Let's put it this way, I've had an orgasm in the air before. Alone. And together." 😲😲

This is sooo remarkably TMI for a woman who now presents herself as so poised and ladylike??

After she started dating her now husband Evan Spiegel, CEO of Snapchat, they remained celibate for the 2years they dated prior to marriage and Miranda said they're "very traditional".

Interviews of Miranda now make her sound like one of those femininity coaches on YouTube.

"My grandma taught me that men are visual and you need to make a little effort," the model said in an interview with The Edit. "So when [Evan] comes home, I make sure to have a nice dress on and the candles lit. We make time to have a nice dinner together. At work, I'm like, 'We need to do this!' and, 'This needs to happen!' But at home, I slip into my feminine and empower Evan to be in his masculine."

In another interview, she said:

"Don't feel like you have to do and be everything. Let the man do some things for you, because if he cares for you, he will want to. When I get home, I'm not the boss like I am at work — I slip into a more feminine role. I take everything off and put on my Stella McCartney silk robe. I'll put on a red lip or red nails, and it lifts my mood. Sexy underwear also gives you a spark. I collect underwear from my travels. Lace, lingerie, bodysuits ... they're like souvenirs."

And in yet another interview, she said:

"He would rather me hug him than give him foot massages. He's like, 'Can you just come and cuddle up? Can we just snuggle? I don't need a foot massage.' I'm like, 'Come on, it's good for you!' … He's very loving like that. I'm a very lucky girl."

She went from being a "rebel" to living like a trad wife.

Eva Mendes, Pushya Moon

She's yet another Saturnian who had a rebellious early career ("rebellious" for a woman basically means capitalizing on your sex appeal) and then embraced a more "traditional" life.

In 2020, she said:

"You can’t do sweatpants,” she said on Extra while promoting her makeup line, Circa. “Ladies, number one cause of divorce in America, sweatpants, no!” 

This is again an example of a "femininity" minded person who thinks women have to "ladylike" (Saturn embracing traditional gender roles).

She took a 10yr break from acting to focus on being a mother and said that if she returns to acting she wont do "violence" or "sexuality" which she did do prior to her marriage and motherhood. She also got married later in life and had this to say:

“When I was 40, it was a big deal for people when I was pregnant, and it wasn’t for me,” Mendes said. “And then I was 42 and I was pregnant with my second one and people were like, ‘Oh my God, you’re going to be so tired. That’s why people have kids in their 20s.’ I was like, that’s the most sorry, asinine thing I’ve ever heard.”

She continued, explaining of parenting, “It takes more patience. In my 20s, I shouldn’t have even been around a child. I was just foul-mouthed and smoking. I could not have raised kids in any other era of my life but now, for sure.”

She's indirectly referring to a more "rebellious" phase of her life and how now she has the patience to be a mom. one thing Saturn teaches you is patience, thats for sureee.

Saturn influence also causes delayed marriage.

Madhuri Dixit, Pushya Moon was 32 years old when she got married (in 90s India this was ancient and not as "normal" as it is now).

Salma Hayek, UBP Moon

there isn't enough dirt on Salma to show that she had some "bad girl" past to move beyond but she struggled for many many years. her life really exemplifies the delayed success of Saturn bc saturn truly rewards patience

Rani Mukerji, UBP Moon

She got married when she was 36yrs old and is married to one of the biggest film producers in India.

The themes of Saturn delaying marriage but ultimately pointing to marrying into wealth has been true in the lives of many of these women, including Salma who is married to a billionaire.

Ellen Pompeo- Anuradha Moon

She was 38 when she got married. Another thing I've noticed with many Saturnian women is how they struggle to conceive or have issues with their fertility (usually caused by the delay in marriage as they're older when they become mothers).

Salma has talked about how she struggled with gestational diabetes when she was pregnant and how she wishes she could have had more children. Rani Mukerji has spoken about her struggles with fertility and how she lost her second baby to a miscarriage, 2/3 of Ellen Pompeo's kids were carried by a surrogate.

Monica Bellucci, Pushya Moon

She was 35 when she married Vincent Cassel and had her daughters in her 40s.

Hillary Swank, Pushya Sun

She was 44 when she married her current husband. (She did get married at 23 and was married for 10yrs , which means they separated after her Saturn return)

Jennifer Lopez, Pushya stellium

She married Ben Affleck when she was 53

She was 35 when she married Marc Anthony with whom she has 2 kids and was married to for a decade. All her other marriages were brief and short lived, pointing to how Saturn makes you get rid of anything that isn't "right" for you

Usually whenever Saturnians get married young, they end up getting a divorce. This is a massive generalization and obvs wont apply to every Saturnian but I've seen this with many people, even Miranda Kerr who married Orlando Bloom in her 20s ended up getting divorced after her Saturn return.

Sophie Turner, UBP Moon

Sophie started dating Joe when she was 19 and married him when she was 21 and he was 28. According to rumours she felt really trapped in the marriage and felt like she hadn't experienced much life. She went from being on a TV show for 10yrs and missing out on normal teen experiences to being a wife and a mom. Many have accused Joe of grooming her as well. They've ended up getting a bitter divorce as well.

Mariah Carey, UBP Sun

She was 23 when she married the CEO of her label who was 20yrs older than her. He had known her since she was a teenager 🤮🤢🤢Mariah has, like Sophie described feeling "trapped" in her marriage and how she had "no freedom". Tommy is famously controlling and kept her under lock and key pretty much. He is now married to Mexican pop star Thalia who was once a huge name in Latin music and is now virtually absent from public life. So his tendency to keep his wives locked up wasn't limited to Mariah, I guess.

Mariah divorced Tommy when she was 29 during her Saturn return as well and he made her life hell for the next few years (do not marry and divorce your CEO kids)

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All throughout this post I made mentions of how Saturnians "rebel" and then "embrace tradition" but what is "traditional" isn't always "right". These two things aren't synonymous. Hwasa went against tradition by dressing sexy. Would that be considered scandalous in say, America? No. She went against the tradition of her culture. But it did not make her actions "wrong".

But sometimes this tendency to obey traditions can manifest in more extreme ways and make someone have very right wing esque or conservative views, even.

JK Rowling, Pushya Sun, Saturn in 1h (in Purva bhadrapada)

Rowling was once a beloved author who was known for her highly inspirational rags to riches journey. She became the first writer to become a billionaire. But now, she's known as a transphobe and many of her former friends and allies have distanced themselves from her. Its crazy bc she almost exclusively tweets about trans people and has made it her life's mission to talk about who is a "real" woman and who isn't (Saturn's desire to conform to traditional gender roles) but her transphobic era seems to be her rebellious Saturn phase where she is seeking punishment. It literally makes no sense as to why out of the blue one day she started to tweet and say these things and why she's sooo insistent on her views but its like she's digging her own grave.

Saturnians often do bizarre things that seem like obviously bad ideas to others and suffer terrible consequences for it because they crave Saturn's harshness. She could've never written another book after Harry Potter, fucked off into oblivion with all her money and farmed strawberries for the rest of her life with her legacy intact but Saturn has stripped her of it. I wont be surprised if in another 10yrs or something, she comes forward to talk about how embarrassed and ashamed she is of whatever she's doing now as this is also a pattern among Saturnians to feel guilt and remorse for their past and apologize for it.

Oprah Winfrey- Anuradha Moon

Oprah hasn't been fully exposed and cancelled yet but I hope she gets what Ellen got because she's such a vile, toxic hateful person.

Oprah has a long history of platforming some incredibly toxic people, leading to a lot of pain and suffering. The relevant one right now is Dr. Oz who used his Oprah-given influence to sell scam miracle cures and other supplements.

Worse (in my opinion) is Dr. Phil, who has used his Oprah-provided stage to send children to “reform schools” in exchange for kickbacks. Many (included the infamous catch me outside girl) have claimed that these institutions are hot beds of physical and sexual abuse. There are also allegations that Dr. Phil actively aims to make guests on his show appear less well adjusted so that he can yell at them. Famously, a winner of the show survivor who was struggling with alcoholism claimed that Dr. Phil’s staff gave him a bottle of vodka to drink before the show so that he would be drunk and look like shit to justify Dr. Phil berating him.

Oprah also dedicated two shows to a man known as John of God, heavily implying that he may actually be able to heal sickness through faith in God. He was, obviously, a grifter who would perform dangerous surgical procedures (and would cut people’s eyes with sharp objects) on people without a license. He was also a serial rapist, and several women have claimed they traveled across the world to meet John of God due to Oprah’s show only to be raped.

This example is more fitting of the traits I explored in part 1 of my Saturn dominance post where I talked about how many Saturnians seem to be scammers and liars.

Grimes, UBP Sun

for an edgy alternative indie artist, Grimes has surprisngly trad views

In one interview, she said:

"I kind of like the patriarchy, I like the supply chain, food, Uber, roads... umm, civilization, you know there's a lot of good things that came from it. I think it's sort of oppressive and overly dominant, and if you don't include women in things they can easily become toxic, you know."

she was married to elon musk so im not too surprised that her worldviews are...weird... (she likes the patriarchy bc it gave her uber,,, gotcha...lol)

Sometimes honestly, esp in today's world where everybody has more social freedom esp in America and can do whatever they want, a lot of people "rebel" by embracing tradition. Grimes is actually deploying Saturn's need to rebel against the order by peddling her faux trad views.

The current tradfem movement (that I predicted 2 years ago😌) is a reflection of how each generation rebels differently. You give someone a lot of freedom and they do whatever they want with it but soon enough fatigue sets in and you desperately crave structure and order, so you discipline yourself and restrict yourself. in an era where dating has become so toxic and loveless, a section of society embraces a 1950s type tradwife lifestyle to go against the norm.

there will be a part 3 that expands on Saturn's manifestations further but this is it for this post<333 tysm for reading<33

[isagispuzzle]

congrats on 200!!! this is for ur event hehe

my favorite trope is just lots and lots of tension between ppl who clearly like each other AHHH ITS SO OMG

thank you and sorry for the wait!! building tension is still so difficult for me, so thank you for requesting this so i can push myself haha, hope you like it!! (also, it gets a little suggestive at the end. but what else would you expect with oliver)

oliver is not slick. he might think he is, given how many women he's easily won over, but when his teammates see their poor captain gazing longingly at their manager, they can only sigh.

it seems like the entire world but the two of you are aware of the feelings oliver and you harbour for each other, and to be frank, the u-20 team is absolutely sick of it.

ever since you joined them as their manager, they've stopped hearing about oliver's failed dates, and they've stopped catching oliver flirting with a new girl in the front rows after every one of their matches. instead, oliver has added a new line to his template interview responses, thanking their "dear manager" for the unwavering support, and he's added a new stop to his post-training journey, where he'll walk you home before he picks up his takeout dinner.

neru even overhears oliver asking you out for dinner once. you turned him down with a smile, citing you already had plans, and told him to go ahead with the rest of the team. neru chokes when you tell oliver not to ask someone out for dinner with such a smile on his face, because he'll give them the wrong idea.

(of course, oliver didn't invite the others to dinner after that.)

neru tells the others about this, and they're equally as frustrated and perplexed, because how could you be brushing off oliver's advances if you were into him too? beyond that, why was oliver hiding behind the excuse of a dinner instead of flat out asking you out on a date? did he not notice the way your feelings bled into the way you treated him, versus the rest?

of course, the team knows you try your best to be professional and fair. they have no complaints about your care for them, other than the sickly sweet smile you'd have on your face when you go up to oliver first after every game to tell him good job, or the way you lean into his space and hang off every last word he says, or the way your eyes always stick to him like magnets whenever he's in the room. maybe to add one last complaint, they can't stand how you don't realise oliver does all that back to you too.

the u-20 team, excluding oliver and you, gather for dinner that night and conspire. they put together their observations of the two of you and assert their theories on why you're still not together yet, despite the obvious spark and oliver's usual straightforwardness. it's a rather comical scene, the nine boys speculating and gossiping about their captain's love life with seriousness that easily measured up to their post-match debriefs.

they leave their dinner-turned-conspiracy-meeting satisfied with their conclusion that perhaps, you brush off oliver's advances as just a part of him because you know about his flirtatious tendencies, and perhaps, oliver is getting discouraged by your lack of reciprocity, which is why he doesn't push you as much as he normally would.

what they don't know is that your rejections have only made oliver more intrigued and mindful of your boundaries, things he hasn't cared much about in the past, and they have only made him more addicted to the chase. oliver knows he'll have to work doubly hard to make you look his way, not as a part of the u-20 team but as a man, so for now, he'll revel in your scent when he leans in to help you with your bags. for now, he'll savour the fleeting touches of your fingertips when you carefully tape his knee.

because once he breaks down your walls, he'll be able to do everything he's been dreaming of to you.

[biahouse]

Waiting for your love, Robert Chase x Reader

When House's first team disbanded entirely, you were hired to help the doctor with the paperwork. After a few years you finally meet the famous Robert Chase, unfortunately not on the best terms.

When you started working with the infamous Doctor House, you didn't know that your life would change overnight.

He was a peculiar man, not to say crazy, but he was an excellent doctor and over time you got used to the man's crazy mind. You knew the names of the doctors who were part of House's infamous first team.

Eric Forman. The man who had returned to the team a few months after leaving and who you had the pleasure of calling your friend.

Alison Cameron. Certainly one of the kindest and bravest women in the world, according to Erick's far from impartial opinions and some subtle comments from House.

And Robert Chase. You had never met the man at any point. It seemed like the universe never put you in the same room together, every time House needed him for a case, somehow you weren't working at the time. But it wasn't uncommon to hear House talking about Chase.

Out of all three of the original doctors, you were pretty sure Chase was the mayor of Gregory.

When House went to a psychiatric clinic because of his Vicodin addiction, you were forced to look for a new job with great reluctance.

You had gotten used to that crazy life in the hospital. Managing documents that House refused to do, the nights out with Thirteen, the jokes in the office, the jokes with Taub.

So the moment Cuddy said House would be returning to the hospital, you didn't think twice about returning to your old position.

Things had changed. It was clear. House no longer wanted to be part of the diagnostics team and now Foreman was the head of the unit.

You tried to convince House to return to the department, and you ate a lot during that time, as the man was committed to his short culinary career. At the end of it all, House came back.

He hated work, but he hated being without it even more. But everything was different once again.

Taub resigned. Foreman fired Thirteen. And now Cameron and Chase were back on the team.

You clearly remembered the moment you were sitting next to House helping him with the patient's medical file and the two doctors entered the room.

You jumped up, observing the two blondes in the room. It was a weird performance and you hated yourself forever.

Meeting Alisson was an honor for you. I knew what an incredible doctor she was. But she felt horrible as soon as she looked at her husband and saw the most perfect man on earth.

Chase was beautiful.

You blushed when you shook his hand and even more so when he greeted you with his Australian accent.

During the entire affair, which took more out of you than anyone else because of all the legal protocols, you somehow ended up becoming very good friends with the MARRIED man (you had to remember) who you had developed a crush on since the first time House described it.

When Dibala passed away, Chase secretly admitted to you that it was his fault. Even though he didn't know you, Chase trusted you more than his own wife.

And that was wrong, but it gave you hope that you knew you shouldn't have. Soon it became the secret between you and Foreman later on.

When it became too much to lie to Cameron, Chase would come to you. So you chatted like old friends at a bar and regularly played bowling to relieve the stress of the secret.

When he finally told Alisson, their friendship didn't change. You were still a confidant to him.

When things in their marriage got complicated, you supported him.

But that was it for him. A friend. A support. And for you it was everything. If you had seen the signs back then things might have been different.

•••

The night Cameron went to the hospital to get Chase to sign the divorce agreement was when everything changed.

Chase desperately wanted to talk to his ex-wife about what went wrong between them, but Cameron was adamant and just made him sign the papers.

He was a wreck and immediately ran to you.

When the entire hospital went into lockdown due to a missing baby, you and Chase got together in House's office and got drunk.

He complained about everything and told you about everything. And you listened carefully. You blamed the alcohol, but somehow you knew you were sober enough not to get into that situation.

That was the first night you slept with Chase.

•••

_ It became a habit.

Almost every night was spent in your apartment.

Chase's hands running all over your body.

His mouth on yours.

His teasing voice in your ear.

The bed hitting the wall.

A vicious habit that you loved more than anything.

It was even funny when you watched him sleep next to you and remember that his relationship with Cameron had started like that, a relationship of benefit.

You wondered if you could be dumber than that. Pretending to sleep every time he left your apartment in the middle of the night. And crying softly hoping that at least once he would stay.

But it was just that, sex.

You wouldn't pressure him, not after all. You couldn't. But I couldn't leave that either.

You preferred just the pleasure you could feel than begging for love you knew you couldn't receive from him.

It was destructive.

But you just couldn't help but love Robert Chase and hope that at some point he would love you back.

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 11

Disclaimer: I'm in a mood! I know after this episode, we only have five episodes left, so I'm upset that we still haven't gotten to the angst, yet I'm pleased to know it won't last long because Anin's servants got her back, and her color-coded brothers are covering up all her mistakes, intentionally and unknowingly.

But Pat and her color are on my shit list!

Why is sis so pressed that her daughter is a lesbian like her?! Pin just doesn't share a lighter color of Pat, but she also shares her love of women. What's so wrong with that?!

Unlike Aon, who can't sort out her color, Pin has been consistent in her color and her love for Anin.

Blue Beauty Anin can't help that everyone wants her, but who can do better than princess? Why isn't Pat proud of Pin?

In a room full of color shenanigans, the girls are consistent, and Anin's older brother, in his loyal blue, has to play the long con just so Pat chills the eff out!

Aon of all people now supports the queer agenda, but Pat, who is basically acting like a queer Republican, is having the wildest reactions to two girls being in love.

I'm going to pray for her because she is doing too much. I need her to take a seat and remember that she would still be with her lady if she didn't die. Death tore them apart! Not society or a nosy meddlesome mother.

Like damn! Quit being a hypocrite.

Let the girls decorate the palace with gold streamers that have little pink and blue dangles on them in peace, Patty!

Then this little twerp shows up in my girl Ueangfah's color, but he ain't in love. He ain't loyal. He ain't real.

And even though he insulted and assaulted Pin, she doesn't want to press charges, so I wished Anin would have punched him since I fully believe as a princess she could have gotten away with it.

But instead we get Pat, who is become redder by the second, demanding Pin, who is wearing a purple skirt and clearly mixing her pink color with her Blue Beauty, accompany her to a "friend's" house. (don't let it be a woman friend, you hypocrite!)

This episode is nothing but trials and tribulations because now my girl has to listen to this man's bullshit knowing full well that he is lying yet she'll have to marry him anyway.

Ueangfajh, convert to Catholicism and become a nun, so you can live your life in peace at a convent. You can make pretty fabrics and hang out with women all day. Catholic convents. That's where the lesbians are. That's where you deserve to be.

Or run away with Aon since she is wearing your color now. I don't like her, but she is showing growth, so I'm willing to give her a chance.

But apparently these two are the only lesbians who are going to be allowed to get a happy color-coded ending, and I'm a little sad that in sixteen episodes, we can't manage to get another gay side couple.

I know babygirl, you deserved to kiss a girl too, but don't worry because this is the third time Idol Factory has denied me a proper secondary lesbian couple in a GL, and I'm salty enough for both of us.

Especially because Pink Person Pin is acting just like her mama, and instead of feeling pity for Ueangfah having to marry a shitty man, she gets upset that Anin didn't beat her while she was down and tell her nobody loves her.

And right on time, Pat enters again getting riled up by the pins in the girls hair. Pin may not be her biological child, but these two are exactly the same. They refuse to support the other lesbians, and they get upset over the most ridiculous mess! Put your eyes back in your head, Patricia!

Honestly, I think the dancer did not get sick but instead saw the color-coded lesbian drama play out the day before and said, "this is above my pay grade."

PICK A COLOR, LIAR!

Pin, quit acting like your mother! Anin only has eyes for you! She gave you a ring. She built a house so y'all could exchange colors in it. Support the other lesbians and quit thinking everyone is competition!

Sure, yeah, give Anin a ring to show your possession, so Kuea can also sniff that out and snitch on y'all because Anin's brother doesn't haven enough on his plate trying to cover up all y'alls other hijinks and tomfoolery.

Nevermind! Petty Patty already figured it out and is giving the stink eye instead of REMEMBERING SHE LOVED A WOMAN TOO!

And next week, she's only going to get worse.

But how bad could she really be with only five episodes left to go?

This bitch.

[quinnophile]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐈𝐈𝐈

pairing. emperor Geta x original character

synopsis. The festivities have begun, the royal gardens hosting all of Rome's finest. Acacius' mysterious guest navigates the world of power, spectacle and whispered intrigue.

warnings. violence, misogyny, infidelity, forced proximity, discussions of producing an heir, mental/physical abuse, forced marriage

word count. 3.6K

notes. Bit of a longer one (that's what she said). Also, thanks to everyone who has liked and supported this, I appreciate you 🪄

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

The palace gardens shimmered with opulence. Lanterns hung from towering olive trees, casting a golden glow on the crowd below. Nobles and dignitaries wandered through the lush pathways, their silks and jewels glittering under the light. On this night, it was nearly impossible to distinguish emperors from their subjects. Caracalla and Geta blended into the mass, surrounded by Rome’s most influential figures. Only the sycophants swarming around them gave away their status. 

Caracalla basked in the attention, his laughter ringing out as he boasted of his latest exploits. Women leaned in to catch his every word, while men vied for his favour with exaggerated flattery. Geta, on the other, smiled faintly at the grandeur, but moved through the crowd with a more subdued air. Though he enjoyed the festivities, his gaze frequently drifted over the attendees, as though his mind was elsewhere.

At the garden’s edge, Acacius, Lucilla, and their mysterious guest wandered up the grand marble staircase. The woman’s eyes widened as she took in the spectacle before her. Her breath caught at the sight of the sprawling gardens the elegant courtiers, and the lively hum of conversation. 

Acacius leaned in close, his voice low but firm. “Stay close to us. Speak only when spoken to, and be cautious of who you trust.”

Lucilla nodded, her expression serious. “These gatherings can be deceitful. One wrong word in the wrong ear can unravel all.”

The woman hummed in agreement but was clearly too entranced by the sights to fully register their warnings. Her fingers smoothed her modest gown, which, though simple compared to the lavish attire around her, carried an understated elegance. She took a step forward, her awe drawing a faint smile from Lucilla.

Before they could guide her further, a familiar voice called out. 

“Acacius! Lucilla!” Senator Gracchus, an elderly man whose frail frame was carried with dignity, approached. His richly embroidered toga and silver hair made him stand out even among the elite.

“Gracchus!” Acacius greeted warmly, clasping the man’s hand.

“Always a pleasure to see you both,” the older man spoke, his voice rasping but still kind. His sharp eyes drifted to their companion. His smile faltered for a moment, a hint of recognition flashing across his face. “And who is this?”

“She’s… the daughter of an old friend,” Acacius said smoothly, his tone brooking no further questions. 

Perceptive as always, the Senator caught the subtle message. He smiled warmly at the woman, offering a polite nod before speaking again. “I imagine you’ve been through much to find yourself here. Would you care for a stroll? These gatherings can overwhelm even the sharpest of minds.”

The woman glanced hopefully towards her guardians. Lucilla smiled reassuringly. “Go. He’ll show you the finer details of the gardens,” she said gently.

Though hesitant, Acacius nodded. “Better he than anyone else,” he added, his tone softer than before.

Gracchus chuckled. “She shall be returned in one piece.” He said, extending his arm. 

She eagerly took his offer, her expression relaxing as she linked their arms and moved into the crowd. Acacius watched them go, his hand holding tightly onto Lucilla’s.

“She’ll be fine,” she said softly. “He’s giving her the best chance to blend in. Besides, she deserves a chance to enjoy the festivities.

“It is not her I mistrust. It’s everyone else.”

———

Gracchus led her through the throng of couriers with an easy grace. His eyes were sharp, darting over the faces of the crowd. Throughout his age, he’d learnt how to point discreetly, murmuring names and titles, occasionally adding a brief note of context for the girl. 

“That one,” he said, nodding toward a tall man draped in a deep purple cloak, “is Senator Drusus. He was one of Acacius’ closest allies during his campaigns in the East. A shrewd man, though not as loyal as he appears.”

The woman nodded, taking in his words eagerly whilst her gaze flitted at all the splendour around her. Her eyes had yet to find one thing to settle on. Despite her initial nervousness in attending, she found herself relaxing in the stranger’s company. His gentle demeanour offered a reprieve from the overwhelming spectacle of Rome’s elite. She could tell he noticed her wide eyed curiosity, but he refrained from asking any probing questions. This was a gesture she silently appreciated.

“You’re enjoying yourself,” Gracchus remarked, his tone more observant than interrogative.

She gave him a faint smile. “It’s… a world I’ve never truly been part of. It’s hard not to marvel at it.” 

He chuckled, his gaze softening. “It’s as much a performance as it is reality, my dear. The trick is knowing which parts are real and which are mere facades.”

Before she could respond, a booming voice interrupted their quiet conversation. 

“Gracchus!”

The two turned to see a middle-aged man approaching, his plump frame and ruddy cheeks betraying his fondness for wine and indulgence. His toga hung loosely around his waist, and a wide grin brightened his face.

“Thraex,” Gracchus greeted, his tone polite but not overly warm. “I see you’re in fine spirits tonight.”

Senator Thraex waved off the comment, his focus already shifting to the woman at his side. “And who is this enchanting creature?” His tone was jovial, but his intrigue was undeniable. 

She tilted her head with a polite smile, carefully sidestepping his question. “I was just admiring the gardens,” she said, her voice calm yet bright. “It’s a marvel how they’ve blended nature and celebration so seamlessly.”

Thraex’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his grin remained. “Ah, a connoisseur of beauty. I must show you something more exciting than plants.” He gestured toward a cleared area near the garden’s edge, where a crowd was beginning to gather.

Gracchus frowned, his expression clearly unamused at his suggestion. “Surely you don’t mean-“

“Oh, but I do!” The other man exclaimed, his excitement growing. “Come, both of you. There’s no better way to celebrate Rome’s strength than a good fight!”

Animated, the woman allowed Thraex to lead the way. As they neared the makeshift arena, she saw two men stepping in to the ring, their oiled muscles gleaming under the lantern light. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, cheers and jeers blending into a cacophony of sound. 

“One of them is mine,” Thraex said proudly, leaning toward her to be heard over the shouting. “He’s the larger one, there. I’ve placed a generous bet on him, so you must help me cheer him on!”

She laughed softly, her guard slipping just enough to let herself enjoy the moment. “I’ll do my best.”

The fight began with a roar from the spectators, the two combatants circling each other before engaging in a flurry of blows. The woman found herself caught up in the excitement, clapping and cheering as the match went on. 

Thraex erupted into victorious laughter as his fighter landed the decisive blow. “I told you, didn't I?”

The woman applauded along with the crowd, her smile genuine. “It seems your faith was well placed. He is a champion through and through!”

“Always is!” Thraex puffed out his chest, practically glowing with pride. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to collect my winnings. A night like this deserves a proper celebration!”

He gave her a jovial wink before disappearing into the muster of bettors, leaving her alone at the edge of the gathering. 

She turned, intending to find Gracchus, but he seemed to have disappeared. The bustle of the crowd made it impossible to spot him. Her eyes scanned the sea of richly adorned nobles and eager spectators, but the elderly senator was nowhere in sight. 

A sudden dryness in her throat caught her attention, and she realised the cheering and laughter had left her parched. She glanced toward the heart of the gardens, where servants weaved between guests with trays of beverages. 

Looking around for him once more, she realised she would not be finding Gracchus soon. With a quiet breath, she stepped into the crowd, navigating the labyrinth of silks and jewels in search of refreshment. The hum of conversation and bursts of laughter enveloped her as she moved deeper into the spectacle.

———

The clamour of the crowd grated on Geta’s nerves as he stood at the edge of the fighting pit, barely paying attention to the cheers and jeers around him. Caracalla was among the throng, roaring with laughter as he clapped a victorious fighter on the back. The sight tugged at something deep within him… Resentment, maybe. Caracalla was free to revel to lose himself in the moment. Geta, meanwhile, felt the weight of every gaze and every whisper.

Without a word, he turned from the pit, brushing off the women clawing at his arm for attention. Their protests were faint noise in his ears as he strode away. Caracalla, hearing the commotion, flicked his eyes towards his brother, before brushing it off and holding an affectionate grip on the fighter.

Geta’s hands clasped behind his back, his mind elsewhere. The distant hum of the fountains drew him deeper into the gardens, away from the suffocating press of people. He wanted quiet, space to think. Or perhaps, just something to break the monotony of this gilded existence. 

As he walked, the rustle of leaves and murmurs of more subdued conversations reached him. Near a marble fountain, he spotted a servant balancing a golden tray with a single goblet of wine. Geta slowed his steps, his gaze lingering on the goblet as he approached. Thirst pulled him forward, and he reached out, intending to take it. 

But just as his fingers brushed the cool stem, another hand darted in, claiming the cup first.

His hand lingered, lightly grazing theirs for a moment before both froze, startled by the unexpected contact.

Geta’s harsh gaze lifted to meet that of a woman, and for a moment, the air seemed to still. She was striking, with a brightness in her expression, the first shine of light untouched by the jaded atmosphere of the evening. Her simple attire set her apart from the splendour around her, and her boldness was evident in the way she didn’t immediately lower her eyes.

“Forgive me,” she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I didn’t realise there was competition for it.”

Geta blinked, caught off guard not just by her interruption but by the playful tone in her voice. “Competition, you say?” He arched a brow, his initial irritation melting into intrigue. “I think you may find it was my eyes that rightfully claimed it in the first place.”

Her smile deepened, emboldened by his response. “That’s a tradition in Rome, is it not? To claim what is not yours?”

A laugh escaped him, low and genuine. “And where are you from that things are so different?”

She tilted her head, her fingers tightening slightly on the goblet as she looked up at him innocently. “Does It matter? I possess the goblet, so it is mine.”

For a moment, Geta simply stared at her, an amused smirk tugging on his lips. He leaned in closer to her, his voice low and dangerous. “Normally I’d have your tongue for that.”

She stiffened, her smile faltering immediately as she realised she may have overstepped. But before she could stammer an apology, his smirk widened. “But I’ll allow it.”

“How generous of you.” Her shoulders relaxed, though a hint of wariness now lingered in her eyes. She lifted the goblet to her lips, hoping the warm liquid would help set her mind at ease. Her eyes watched Geta over the brim of the cup. Taking a sip, her confidence suddenly wavered, her expression shifting subtly. The bitterness of the wine was not to her liking, though she tried to hide it. She broke her gaze away from his, pretending to turn to look at the gardens, as she slowly let the wine slip back into the goblet, praying to the gods that he hadn’t noticed.

He had.

He let out a laugh in disbelief. “What?” Does our wine not satisfy you either?”

“Much like Rome, it is an acquired taste.” She said lightly, though her cheeks flushed faintly.

Geta’s amused gaze lingered on her, studying the way she carried herself, the ease with which she spoke to him. She was a breath of fresh air in the stifling confines of this world, yet clearly something about her didn’t quite fit.

Before he could press further, a movement nearby caught her attention. The servant who had been holding the tray seemed frozen in place, his wide eyes darting between the two of them. His terror was palpable, his expression one of disbelief.

Her brow furrowed as she followed the man’s gaze, her confusion giving way to unease. Realisation crept over her like a chill. Whoever this man was, he clearly wasn’t just another guest. He was someone important, someone powerful.

She straightened, placing the goblet back on the tray as her  demeanour shifted. “ I have been gone far too long,” Though her gaze was thrown to the side, she still spoke loud enough for him to hear. “ Acacius’ must be wondering where I am.”

Before he could respond, she turned and moved away, her steps brisk but not hurried, as though she didn’t want to draw attention.

Geta watched her go, his lips parting as if to call her back, but no words came. She hadn’t gone toward the heart of the festivities, where the wine was plentiful and the company was loud. Instead, she slipped further away, vanishing as easily as she appeared. 

———

Wandering deep into the lavish gardens, her thoughts were swirling. The paths seemed endless, twisting and turning as though designed to confuse. The laughter and music from the festivities grew fainter with every step, until she found herself in near silence. She welcomed the solitude, needing a moment to calm herself after the strange encounter. 

The path suddenly opened into a secluded grove. Statues stood among the trees, bathed in the soft moonlight. As if brought down from the heavens, the marbled goddesses of Rome held serene expressions and graceful postures, creating a quiet majesty. A compelling force drew her towards them. 

She approached the nearest one, running her fingers over the cool stone. It was Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, standing tall with her signature helmet and owl perched upon her shoulder. Her strong figure towered above the girl, and she couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the power that seemed to exude from the statue. Moving only a few feet away, she stopped in front of Venus, the goddess of love. She admired the intricate folds of her marble robe, the confidence in her expression. Then her gaze fell on a statue standing slightly apart from the others. A huntress, with a bow slung over her shoulder and hounds at her feet. Diana. Her lips curved into a small smile.

She stepped back, placing herself on a nearby bench, taking in the scene. It felt like a hidden world, a place removed from the chaos of the party. She closed her eyes and rested her head back against a branch, its green leaves crowded around her hair like a crown. 

Just as her shoulders began to relax, a scuttling sound broke her out of her trance. As she scanned her surroundings, a flicker of movement between the trees caught her eye. Her breath hitched. A shadow darted past her, quick and silent.

“Who’s there?” She called, her voice steady but low. 

The shadow moved again, this time closer. She braced herself. Suddenly, amongst the pine trees, the source of the movement revealed itself — a small monkey, dressed in a tiny tunic, peeking out from behind a branch.

“Oh!” she let out a soft laugh, relief and amusement washing over her. She murmured, her voice gentle, “you startled me.”

The monkey tilted its head, watching her curiously.

She slowly rose from the bench, approaching the creature, speaking to it as thought it could understand her, “are you hiding from everyone too?”

The monkey jumped down from its position, creeping closer, its bright eyes fixed on her. She crouched down to the ground, holding her hand out. “I won’t hurt you.” She spoke softly.

After a moment’s hesitation, the monkey approached again, seemingly inspecting her hand as if expecting to find something in it. She sniggered, her earlier tension completely diminishing as its tiny nose brushed up against her palm and sent tingles up her arm. “You’re very brave.” She said, admiring it.

The monkey seemed to take her words as an invitation, leaping lightly onto her shoulder. She gasped, startled, but quickly dissolved into another fit of giggles as it clambered around her, chittering happily.

“He doesn’t usually like strangers.”

Alarmed by the new voice, she spun around, though careful not to harm the creature. A man stood between the statues, a wild grin on his face as he watched the scene before him. His bright ginger hair was striking, catching the light of the moon. Something about it tugged at her memory, reminding her of the man she had met by the fountain.

“I didn’t mean to intrude.” She said quickly, straightening herself.

He waved his hand dismissively, stepping closer. “It’s strange. He usually bites new people.” His grin widened as the monkey chirped in response.

She glanced at it, stroking his tiny paw. “Well, maybe he likes the change in company.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips. “Maybe you’re just more charming than the rest of us.” The man replied with a playful lilt.

“You must be his owner, then?”

“Owner?” His expression morphed into one of confusion. “He’s my friend!”

Worried she had caused offence, she smiled widely, playing off her nerves. “Well, your friend has excellent taste.”

He laughed again now, a boyish, carefree sound that caught her off guard. “He certainly does.” 

He approached as she stroked the monkey’s fur, marvelling at how relaxed it seemed. There was an air of strangeness to the man, laced into his smile and the restlessness of his fingers. Was this customary behaviour for a man of Rome?

“What’s your name?” She asked, not moving her gaze away from the creature.

“Dondas.”

She nodded, repeating it softly under her breath. Its unfamiliarity set her mind at ease, not having heard Senator Gracchus warn her of any men under the same name. 

Watching the scene with a strange delight, the man extended his arm towards the monkey, playing with its small hands. “And yours?” She hadn’t heard his question properly, too focused on the creature that now jumped excitedly on her shoulder. “What do they call you?”

“Diana,” she answered automatically. The moment the word left her lips, she froze, realising her mistake. She inwardly cursed herself, but kept her expression calm, forcing herself to keep a faint smile plastered to her face.

The man raised a brow. “Diana?” He repeated. She watched as his gaze flickered to something behind her, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. “A fitting name!”

Her chest tightened, but she forced a casual tone. “It is just a name.”

The man continued to peer behind her. Suddenly his spine straightened, and the grin on his face wavered. “From where do you hail, Diana?”

Before she could respond, the monkey leaped from her shoulder on to the man’s, causing both to direct their attention towards the small disruption. It jumped up to his head, playing around with his ginger locks. “You are very excitable tonight!” The man laughed, his gaze flickering between the monkey and Diana, a glint of approval in his eye. 

“I think the festivities have caused us all to feel that way, Dondas.” She chuckled nervously, wondering what he was thinking. “I must return. The night has been joyous but rather prolonged, they’ll be looking for me.”

Lifting his arm to coax the monkey on to his shoulder, the creature climbed down without protest, chittering happily as he settled. “Allow me to escort you,” the man offered. “These gardens can be a bit of a labyrinth to those unfamiliar with them.”

Diana hesitated, then nodded, believing her denial would only be met with more insistence. “Thank you,” she said, falling in step beside him.

As they left, the man’s eyes flickered once more, lingering on the statues in the garden.

———

Diana hurried through the throng, her steps quick and purposeful as she sought out Acacius. When she finally reached him, she clutched his arm, leaning in close to speak quietly. Her words were far too soft for others to hear, but Geta, having watched the young woman return to the festivities, caught the change in his General’s demeanour. He seemed to freeze, his posture stiffening as her words sank in. Without a word, he turned and began searching for Lucilla.

Geta watched from afar, intrigued at the spectacle before him. Before he could dwell on it further, Caracalla’s voice broke his concentration.

“Brother!” He cried gleefully, his eyes bright with excitement. “Your plan has worked!”

Geta sent him a soft smile, his chest light at seeing his brother so happy. “Has it now?” He turned and stared back at the woman, watching as Lucilla now joined their party. “Pray tell, why do you think so?”

Caracalla, huffing like a child, turned to look at what could be so important. His frustration however quickly disappeared as he spotted Diana and her guardians preparing to leave. 

His giggles once more caught Geta off guard, as he watched his brother extend his arm and point at the group leaving the festivities. “Our General has brought us a gift!”